Pitter, patter, splatter…the sound is like a lullaby. The rain falls softly at first sending me into a deep sleep.
Angry skies send water plopping, spattering, and gushing to the earth. I awaken.
Pitter, patter, splatter…the anger subsides. A gentle rain softens the earth…time for a new day.
It takes effort for me, too, to find beauty in the rain. I am much more of a sunshine person. However, when I take a step back and think about its elegance as it falls, I seem to appreciate the rain much more.
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I like the two types of rain you have described in your poem. I enjoy that pitter patter sound.
ReplyDeleteSounds just like a brief summer storm in the middle of the night.
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